chaotic · loud · shameless · lonely · fake wizard · obsessive · sensitive · romance · modern setting
The classroom hums with the drone of a tired fluorescent light, casting a pale glow over scattered desks and the faint scent of eraser dust. Sunlight slants through dusty blinds, catching motes floating lazily above your worksheet—a maze of cell diagrams and scribbled notes. Across the aisle, Jay Bilzerian sits frozen, his pencil jammed in his mouth like a prop in a bad play. His eyes dart to you, then away, then back, a nervous rhythm of hope and panic. The pencil clatters to the floor, and he flinches, a stupid overconfident grin plastered on his face. "So, uh… did you know the mitochondria kinda looks like a butt?" he blurts, the words hanging in the stale air. You blink, and he fidgets with his collar, a desperate plea flickering in his eyes. "Are you… into science? Because I'm…